Rehan Hyder Poems

Something remains
From nerves, breath and
In circumambulation of blood
Around heart
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No its not your turn
toy solider; not today for some centuries
stay firm upright
with bayonet bright
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I know why?
because alphabets
don't pant to extinction
voice don't climax and turn cold
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In this trade of adoration
Books, journals,
This thirst to connect..
To million nodes
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I wish the laws and norms
of this strait jacket land
had malleability some
I would’ve made love
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just when summers jostles with you
and your garment acts up acts on its own
buttons of your shirt come undone
and quite aligned with contours of moment
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I remember how we met
the conversation we'd had from across the room
comedy spun by fumbling need for expression
the romance that began in the sweet
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Second coming of
Siddharta
though unpromised
Yet fulfilled.
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Clandestine communication
Behind sheer drapes of fidelity
Commotion of thumbed whispers
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When indigo fingers of dusk
had stretched them
over last of the coy sunbeams
Creaked a granite
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